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 Even as the cold Keen winter grows not old, As childhood is so fresh, foreseen, And spring in the familiar green.

Sudden as sweet Come the expected feet. All joy is young, and new all art, And He, too, Whom we have by heart.

TO A DAISY

SLIGHT as thou art, thou art enough to hide Like all created things, secrets from me, And stand a barrier to eternity. And I, how can I praise thee well and wide

From where I dwell—upon the hither side? Thou little veil for so great mystery, When shall I penetrate all things and thee, And then look back? For this I must abide.

Till thou shalt grow and fold and be unfurled Literally between me and the world. Then I shall drink from in beneath a spring.

And from a poet's side shall read his book. O daisy mine, what will it be to look From God's side even of such a simple thing?